Dark devoted steel was forged by hand here
In this forgotten forest where shadows whisper
Is where I acquire wisdom for my last craft
I wander in the redskyed forest and fear what darkness really can hide
Tales of forgotten warriors and destined heroes was heard among the trees
It appeared as I walk, the olden King who sat no more proud in his throne
His great kingdom, unremembered and never to be found
Glorious warriors that fought in the name of their homeland and their king
Is what the ancient souls told me as I prepared
In a lost cursed forest cloaked in black shadows, I heard the voice of death.
It spoke of the olden king and forgotten wisdom I have sought, and Lost souls whisper that I must look deeper into the void as it stares back at me.
Since I awoke my ancestral powers, I began my search in the forest where ancient souls whisper.
The path I walk is black, into a void of mystical black emptiness
After time I wake up from the dark powers that have been drowning me in pain
My staff that lies besides me have turned to ashes
...and my body has been controlled by the dark entity that holds the wisdom I need.
The Sun I once saw is seen again, the last war is now